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The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 18: A Tear in Space (Airlock)

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.7k a/n: me??? disappearing without a trace for a month and a half??? i would neverrrrrr (if you happened to see the other chapter title, no you didn't) tags: @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth, @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @kattywhomper @ttalgi first|next

“So…what’s the deal with the masks?”

You were currently shooting for the music video, but it was basic blocking and getting used to things. No real recording or official takes. Most people weren’t in their get ups, just loungewear. You and your band were also in comfortable clothes, but you were still wearing your masks, naturally.

“What do you mean?” You were looking through the blocking script, off stage by the snack table. Law was standing next to you, scrolling through his phone. They were currently setting up the next scene so you were taking some time to go over things.

“Exactly as I said it.”

You looked up from the script, glaring at him before rolling your eyes. He couldn’t see it, but surely he felt it because he shifted a little, clearing his throat.

“I just mean, we’re not recording video, so why wear the get up?” He straightened up a little, putting his phone in his pocket. “No one is in the outfits. Even you guys aren’t fully dressed.”

You shrugged. “We like to live in anonymity. It’s nice to be able to go out in public without being flocked.” You turned back to your script, making some small notes.

“Well, still. There’s no one here besides coworkers.” He folded his arms, studying you as you worked on editing your script.

“And how can I trust that someone won’t take a photo for some behind the scenes or leak something?” You paused, turning to look at him once more, folding your arms.

Law was silent for a moment as he processed what you said. Then he shook his head. “Everyone here is under contra-”

“Doesn’t matter. People still leak shit all the time. We have our way of doing things. It’s not hurting you.” You were honestly annoyed with the sudden third degree.

The man grimaced, clearly not liking that you cut him off, but you didn’t want to talk about things anymore. You were absolutely exhausted. Things like this wore you out quickly. You were stressed because there were so many people you didn’t know. There were tons of people working that you didn’t trust so you had to be extra hypervigilant.

“Is the voice modulator even necessary? All four of you have it on. What’s the issue of us hearing your voices? There’s no way that-”

“What’s the issue in general, Law?” You set your script down with a long sigh. “It’s not harming you. This is just how we do things. We don’t trust anyone. This is our gimmick and it has been since day one. It’s one thing to ask about the masks, I get it, but to keep prying? You’re getting on my fuckin’ nerves.”

You didn’t even wait for a response before you walked off. You were too on edge, ready to blow. You needed to chill out before you said something you regretted or did something stupid.

The rest of the blocking went smoothly. Law didn’t try to talk to you again, but he did keep glaring. You’d probably have to apologize or at least apologize to Corazon. You were just stressed and overwhelmed with everything. You figured you’d give it a little time before approaching it.

It had only taken a week to get the blocking down, now you were doing the actual shooting. Technically, you were doing two songs. One that featured Law and his band was doing one that featured you. You didn’t mind, but you were tired already. You didn’t know if you wanted to collab again anytime soon. This shit was absolutely exhausting.

You still had a couple more other music videos to do. And recording in general. Your work was just getting started and you were ready for the biggest nap of your life and you weren’t sure when that was going to come into play unfortunately.

“Well, hey, Robot Voice.” You looked up from your clipboard. You were looking over some suggestions for changes that you were given. Law was standing there with a smug look on his face. You narrowed your eyes.

What the hell did he want now?

“Robot Voice?”

“Yeah. That’s you. Since you don’t wanna talk to us like a normal human being and use that voice mod.” You shook your head and sighed, you didn’t have time for whatever antics.

“What’s with the sour mood? Are we beneath you?” There was heavy mocking in his voice.

You slammed your clipboard on the table, drawing some attention to you for a moment before people went back to what they were doing. “What is your fuckin’ issue with me? I’m just standing here and you’re coming to bother me. What do you want? What is your goal?”

Law raised an eyebrow and snorted. “It’s like talking to his twin,” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Twin? He? What are you on about?”

“Well, the last time you snapped at me, you kind of sounded like someone I know. The short temper, the language, the way you speak in general.”

You just stared at him, wondering if he was going to elaborate.

“You ever met Kid? You know. From the Victoria Punk?” You felt everything around you stop. The world stopped spinning, your heart stopped beating and you fell absolutely silent. You didn’t even dare move.

“He’s got a short temper like you do. You guys even have the same cadence in your speech. I wonder if you guys are from the same area. Where are you from again?” He looked over at you before pausing. “Uh…are you okay?”

You were clutching onto the table, the world had begun spinning really fast and you weren’t sure if you could keep standing like this; even breathing was starting to get hard. Reality was hitting.

Up until this point, it had been whatever for the most part. Sure, you were at the same company as them, but it hadn’t really set in just how close you were to your plan - to them. This was also the first time someone had said their names to you in a long time. No one in the friend group really said their names. Just referred to them as ‘them’ or not at all.

But it was setting in just how close you were. To whatever outcome you were trying to achieve - that you would have to come face to face with them eventually. Could you even do that? You figured enough time had passed…

“Y/n?” The voice calling out was far away, but it couldn’t have been Law. He didn’t know your name. You looked over, but everything was blurry.

“Take off their mask! That’s clearly the issu-”

“Don’t touch them!” You heard a smack. “Gig! Get over here, we need your-”

Then it went silent as you passed out.

There were about two or three different voices mumbling around you. What happened? What was going on? Suddenly, it hit you. You’d more than likely just had some kind of panic attack from a mere mention of your old friends. You groaned in embarrassment, covering your face.

“They’re awake!”

“Unfortunately,” you mumbled, wanting to disappear. You couldn’t believe you passed out because of that.

Slowly, you sat up, grumbling a bit.

“Are you alright? What happened?”

You took a moment to adjust to your surroundings. It looked like you were in the dressing room. Your bandmates were at your side and a couple of your friends were rushing to your side to join everyone.

“I-” You paused for a moment. Did you tell them? You sighed, might as well.

“I don’t really know. Law mentioned Kid by name and it just sent me into a tizzy…” You looked down at your hands, feeling Hop start rubbing your back. When you mentioned Kid, the room fell silent - a somber feel settled on everyone.

“I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess. I mean, I know we work at the same company, it was bound to happen but I guess…I guess it never really hit until now.” You let out a long sigh, covering your face. “Just threw me into a loop that’s all. Combined with working all day and skipping breakfast and lunch, probably just set me off.” You shook your head, looking at everyone.

“Sorry for worrying all of you.”

There were several protests to your apology. Didn’t matter who apologized and for what, there would always be protests.

“Well, everyone packed up for the day,” Hop began, motioning everyone to get back and give you room to stand.

“So, let’s go get some dinner and rest, yeah?”

You looked at her with wide eyes. Wait, everyone packed up for the day? “How long was I out?”

“A couple hours. They assumed you collapsed from exhaustion and overall not taking care of yourself…” Hop glared at you as she paused and you looked everywhere but at her, avoiding her stare.

“They decided to call it a day. They wanted you to get some rest.”

You sighed, covering your face with your hands. You were so embarrassed right now. You couldn’t believe that not only did you faint in front of everyone because of the mere mention of your former friends, but for a few hours. Yeah, you also weren’t exactly taking care of yourself lately because you were trying to get everything together, but still. It was embarrassing all the same.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into your hands, your friends groaning and rolling their eyes.

“Apologize again and I’m going to actually fight you.” Bubblegum shook his head, standing up and stretching.

“Let’s go eat and get some rest for real this time.”

You didn’t have a choice but to obey. You nodded with a small groan, your stomach rumbling at the same time. Well, good timing, at least.

Corazon cancelled work for the next day too, wanting you to rest. You tried to tell him that you were just fine. You had eaten, rested, and good to go, but he just insisted on you taking another day. So, you did.

The next day you just sauntered around your apartment, working on songs and other things. It had become somewhat of a stress relief for you. You had never seen yourself as someone who would do something like this, but here you were. You had always been more logical and on the business side of things, you didn’t think you’d be a creative person.

They do say that all it takes is a traumatic experience to bring out the artist in anyone, you supposed that’s just what happened to you. Your childhood love, best friends, and only family member you had left just up and disappearing on you was traumatic whether you admitted it or not.

“I thought you were supposed to be resting?” Bubblegum appeared out of thin air, making you jump.

“Oh fuck,” you mumbled, putting a hand to your chest in an attempt to calm your now racing heart. “I thought you were out with Hop and Dive.”

Bubblegum snorted, shaking his head as he handed you a bottle of water. “Nah. I decided to take this time to tweak with the masks a bit.” He shrugged, drinking from his own bottle before plopping on the couch next to you.

“What are you working on?”

You shrugged, leaning back to take a swig from the water he gave you. “Nothing really. Just jotting down some lyrics and stuff that’s popped into my head the last couple of days. Some vent writing. Stress relief - those kinds of things.”

He nodded, glancing at what you were writing. “Who would’ve thought an engineering student, a business student, a law student, and a customer service worker would end up forming a band. It’s like the opening line of a terrible joke.”

You snorted before falling into a small fit of laughter. He was right - it did sound like the opening of some kind of shitty joke.

“Well, now we’re here. And we seem to be really good at it.” With the rate you had grown, it appeared that you all were doing something right. And the dedication of your fanbase was something that just drove you to do better.

“True. But, look at us. We were all some of the best students. Of course we succeeded.” He snorted, standing up and stretching. “Alright. I’m going back to work. I’ll leave you be so you can do the same.” Then he headed back to his bedroom where you’re assuming that he just appeared from earlier.

You sighed, stretching a little before settling back down to work.

The day after your ‘rest’ day, it was back to business as usual. You acted as if nothing had happened, though people seemed to be cautious around you - as in, everyone was afraid to make you work too hard. Which honestly? Annoying as shit.

“Here, let me carry that for you,” one of the staff from the agency held out his hand for the clipboard in your hand and you finally had enough of it. Luckily, your friends that were working on set knew you well enough not to baby you, but everyone else didn’t seem to get the fucking memo.

“It’s just a fucking clipboard - oh my fucking god.” You slammed it down on the table and headed to the dressing room where you tore off your mask and tossed it onto the couch before sitting in one of the chairs.

You were seething. You didn’t like this. You didn’t like the fact they were treating you as if you just woke up from a coma. All you did was faint. It wasn’t even that big of a deal - and you took a whole day off! You were fine now, why couldn’t they understand that? You weren’t even doing anything strenuous. You knew your limits and you were doing well to take care of yourself so it didn’t happen again.

You heard a knock at the door. “Who is it?” you barked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Cora.”

“Come in.”

The door opened and closed, signalling he walked in. You didn’t even bother looking at him. You didn’t want to take your anger out on anyone because it was just you that was just agitated. No one particularly did anything besides annoy you, but nothing yell worthy.

“I heard you snap out there. Are-”

“I swear to all things holy if you ask me if I’m okay I’m not going to be.” If you had to hear that one more time, you might just explode.

A sigh came from the man and he sat down on the sofa where you tossed your mask.

“Fair enough.”

You turned around to look at him finally; he had taken your mask in his hands and was looking at it idly. You sighed, speaking calmly and slowly, trying not to be snappy. “Listen. You have got to tell people to stop treating me as if I’m going to break. Because this is actually going to drive me insane. I’m not some sickly Victorian child. I’m perfectly fine.”

“I just wanted to be careful. I didn’t need you passing out on us again. We’re already falling behind schedule-”

“Then you shouldn’t have had me take off yesterday! I told you that I was fine.”

He set your mask down next to him as he leaned forward, looking at you with a serious and concerned expression. “And what if you passed out again? Then we would’ve been in the same position, if not worse. It’s better to take some time off when things happen than having to keep doing half days because you’re too stubborn to let yourself rest.”

You glared at him for a moment, falling silent. You knew he was right, you just didn’t like it. A harsh sigh fell from your lips as you folded your arms and looked away from him.

A small chuckle fell from his lips and he shook his head, muttering something to himself.

“What?” You looked at him, still scowling. What was so funny?

“Nothing. Just thinking.” He sighed a little, looking at you. There was a fondness in his eyes, like a parent looking at their child. “There’s no ill intent. We just are worried, that’s all. I’m worried.”

You put your head in your hands. “You don’t need to be. I didn’t faint because of the work. It was because-”

“Because of what Law said?”

You stopped, slowly removing your hands from your face to look at him. He had a soft expression on his face.

“He told me what you two had been discussing beforehand. It didn’t take me very long to figure out the rest.”

“So…you know…?”

Corazon sighed, crossing his legs. “What I know is that you’re related to Kid. I mean, the resemblance is there to those who have worked with him. You used to be close with the group and dated…Killer, I believe? However, whatever you’re plotting, I have no idea. I don’t know what brought you here, but I’m assuming something to do with them. It wasn’t my business to ask.” He shook his head, holding up his hands and you just stared at him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Figured you had your reasons and you’d tell me if you wanted to.” He shrugged again, putting his hands in his lap. “You are quite secretive, after all. Figured you would’ve told me to mind my own business if I asked.”

You just stared at him for a long moment, processing. After a moment, you sighed, putting your head in your hands again. At least you could hear their names now without freaking out. And he was right, you would’ve told him to mind his own business if he had asked.

“I’m assuming that hearing their names caught you off guard, put things into perspective, reality hit you and it was just a lot to process. You fainted because you were overwhelmed. I’m sure your lack of eating and working so hard was also attributed but that was the icing on the cake.”

You stared at him through your hands. Maybe you had Corazon all wrong. You just thought he was some goofy and aloof guy, but it seemed he had his head on his shoulders more than he let on. He seemed to be more aware of things than you realized. It didn’t really make you wary of him, but you felt like you could trust him just a little more. Not completely, but there was an understanding more than before.

After a moment of silence between the two of you, you finally removed your hands from your face. Would you tell him everything? The plan? Or maybe you would just tell him what he needed to know. Though, he seems to have the gist of it. You sighed, straightening yourself out.

“Okay. You’re right. Kid is my cousin. We took him in when he was a child, so he’s basically like a little brother to me. Heat and Wire were our neighbors as was Killer. We’ve all been basically attached to the hip since we were small. Killer was my first and only love. We’ve been together since childhood.” Your voice began to strain as emotion clawed its way up your throat. Tears stung your eyes and you could feel a headache coming on immediately.

“They just…stopped talking to us once they made it big so…we wanted to get back at them. Make it big and then rub it in their faces. Only we wouldn’t cut off all of our friends. We didn’t forget where we came from like they did…”

Corazon listened to you intently as you spoke, saying nothing. He waited until you were finished. “Have you spoken to them?”

You shook your head, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “No. They cut us all off. We even went so far as to come up here, but we were turned away. We haven’t heard anything in so long. Over a year at least…” Two years? Time was running together and you couldn’t tell anymore.

The man across from you nodded as you spoke. “That’s why you have the masks and identity change? You wanted to do it anonymously and then just do an unveiling. Kind of send them into shock?”

You paused for a moment. “That’s the thing…” Your words trailed off, not knowing how to explain.

“You didn’t actually plan on getting to this point and never thought that far ahead?”

You looked at him for a moment. He really seemed to hit everything on the head right now. He knew you better than you seemed to know yourself and it was weird. You supposed he was from the top entertainment company in the country and was brothers with the CEO, so he had to have some credibility.

A simple, jerky nod came from you. You couldn’t even speak. The words weren’t coming.

Corazon watched you for a moment and nodded. “Okay. Well, that makes sense.” He leaned forward. “You’ll figure it out as you go. I’ll help you however you need. I mean, as a manager, I am under contract to keep your identity secret so I won’t be tattling. Not that I would. When it comes down to it, this isn’t my business. As long as you do your part of the deal, making music and working with us, I see no issue.”

He offered a small smile. “However, as someone who sees you and your band as one of my own at this point, if you guys need anything, just let me know. I’m here for you.” He reached over, patting your knee before standing up.

You just looked at him, trying to process everything that was happening. You weren’t expecting that kind of reaction. You were expecting to be called childish or insane for it. Though, you supposed he was right. As a manager it wasn’t his business why you joined this line of work. You weren’t expecting him to be supportive.

You watched as he walked to the door. “Now, pull yourself together. We got work to do, kiddo.” He winked before heading out.

What the hell just happened?

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analogwriting · 2 months ago

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The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 17: Pools

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.2k a/n: whoops on that two week wait. didn't mean to. store's been crazyyyyy tags: @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth, @h0n3y-l3m0n05 first|next

Corazon tells you all that you have a week to settle in and adjust to things before you really start getting to work for your official debut with the company. There will be a new single along with a music video. You already had a song in mind to use - one of the many that you had written down in your massive pile of songs to be fleshed out and completed.

You would randomly become inspired during random moments, so you’d just write on whatever whenever. There were all kinds of things in it. Napkins you wrote on, small pieces of paper, a crushed can, and some other miscellaneous items. You even had a t-shirt because you couldn’t find anything else to write on so you started writing on yourself.

It was odd, you never thought yourself much of a song writer, but it seemed to come easily. You had always seen yourself as the management, logical type. Not the creative machine you seemed to have become. Was it because of everything that happened? Or is it something that just kind of hit you out of the blue? You had no idea.

That night, the four of you ordered take out, took some celebratory shots, and went to bed. You had a long week ahead of you. You had to go back and get all the things you left, after all.

And that’s exactly what you did. The four of you took that week to head back to your hometown, grab a uhaul with all of your things, and go back to the penthouse. You spent the week settling everything in, unpacking and decorating. It didn’t take long before it finally felt like somewhat of a home. It was all still too new and unlived in to fully be called home, but it was a start.

It was a perfect blend of all four of your personalities and you loved it.

Once you were settled in, you decided to have a party, inviting all your friends to the new place. Not everyone could make it this time, unfortunately, but that was okay. You had their gifts packed up and sent out. You were giving them all keys to the penthouse so that they could come and visit anytime they liked, not giving the four of you the chance to ghost everyone.

You were determined to not let that happen. No matter what. It also seemed to ease some minds. Naturally, there was some tension and worry when the four of you made the announcement, but this helped ease worries. Can’t ghost your friends if not given a chance.

A couple of days after the party, you began working on the new song. You had the song picked out, you just had to figure out the sound. You stayed up late in the studio, mixing and tinkering with different sounds on your various instruments the four of you had. You had been sure to know how to play several instruments since you were the one creating the music. That way you wouldn’t always have to rely on everyone else to also be there working long nights.

“Y/n.” You woke up with a start, startled as all hell. You look up, seeing Hop standing there with a coffee in her hand. “Hey.” She smiled, handing you the mug.

You thank her and take a sip. The warmth of the beverage felt like someone was wrapping a freshly dried blanket around you. You hummed in contentment before looking at your mixing board.

“How’s it coming along?” She looked down at what you had so far.

You sighed, shrugging. “It’s coming. Just struggling with some of the drum measures. They don’t quite sound right.”

“Why don’t you call Dive in? I’m sure she can help - she’s our drummer, after all.”

You shook your head. “It’s late, I don’t want to bother her.”

Hop rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone and shooting a text. “We’re a band, y/n. Don’t forget that. We’re all in this together. Until the end. If you’re stuck, let us help. You don’t have to do everything yourself. It’s not like the three of us have jobs to do anymore. This is our fulltime gig, let us help out. Besides, we were best friends before all of this. Of course we’re here to help, c’mon now.”

You look at her for a long moment and let out a resigned sigh. You nodded; she was right. You always just did everything yourself. Asking for help was something you struggled with the most. The other three typically had their jobs to take care of and you didn’t want to disrupt that. They didn’t have those now, so they were at your beck and call esentially.

It wasn’t long before both Dive and Bubblegum showed up.

“You were stuck and didn’t even ask us for help? I’m hurt, y/n.” Bubblegum frowned, grabbing his chest dramatically. You snorted and rolled your eyes at him. Drama queen. Then you furrowed your eyebrows. “Wait, why are you here?” It was Dive’s drum expertise you needed.

Bubblegum scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You act like we aren’t all best friends and basically attached to the hip anyway. Of course I’m also gonna help.”

You felt your face heat up with embarrassment. He was right. As many fresh eyes as possible was probably best for things like this. You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Alright, so what I have been stuck on is…”

After they showed up, they immediately went to work. Dive took what you had so far, listening to what you already had and before long she was giving her opinion and notes. You couldn’t help but be shocked. Sometimes you forgot that Dive was a fully capable adult and not just a kid sister that was a ball of chaos.

You didn’t know why when you thought about it. The four of you had been doing this for a long time now, so it made sense that she knew what she was talking about. You just needed the reminder, you supposed.

The rest of everything came relatively easy. Once you leaned on your friends a little more and started delegating a bit more, everything fell into place. It wasn’t long after that that you had a new song to present to Corazon.

“Sounds fantastic.” There was a smile plastered on your manager’s face as he listened to your song. “I like the sound and it fits with what you guys have been doing. I knew leaving it in your hands was the way to go.”

You let out a sigh of relief. You were worried he wasn’t going to like it - though, you were sure he would’ve given the green light no matter what you gave him. Music was subjective, after all.

“Oh good. We worked really hard on it, so I’m glad you liked it. I was a little nervous.”

“It’s your first song being signed with us, of course you’re nervous. Now, should we release the song and then work on the mv, or should we just release it at once. What do you want to do?”

You looked at him, thinking. As much as you wanted to push out new content for your fans, you didn’t want to rush everything and make them wait too long between the song and the music video. Dive had been doing pretty good with keeping them engaged on social media. She was posting pictures here and there, hinting that something was coming. Everyone was already excited about it, so you wanted to deliver but not quite yet.

“I think we should shoot the mv. Then we can release the song then a week later do the mv? That way people have time to enjoy the song and create their own visuals before we give them ours. I don’t want to do everything all at once and overload them.”

Corazon nodded, folding his arms. “You know your fans best.” Perks of being pretty pre-established. “You’re going to have to do a couple of interviews. I know you’re not really an interview kind of group or one to go on shows - so we’ll have to approach things a little differently for you guys.” He tapped his chin, thinking.

Usually, when one of their groups released a new song or album, they did several interviews both on radio and on television, but he knew that you wanted to keep your identities hidden. The whole appeal of your group was its mysteriousness, so doing too much PR was off brand and would ruin the image you had worked so hard to curate. You also risked being found out as well.

“What if we did a couple magazine interviews? They can email questions and I can answer them that way. Maybe even over the phone?” You would wait to do a television interview or radio until later. You planned on releasing an album here in the next few months, so you wanted to do all the bigger things later.

Corazon nodded. “That could work - if that's what you want to do.” You nodded. “Then that’s what we’ll do,” he said. “I’ll have people send a list via email of questions they want to ask and you can answer however you’d like. Just send it to me first so I can look it over before sending it over.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

“I’ll have them send it now and you can go ahead and answer them, but we’ll schedule things to be released after the mv comes out. Keep the content rolling and such.” Corazon was making notes on his phone. You were taking mental notes. A constant stream of content to roll out would be nice so they wouldn’t have to wait so long for the album. They feel like there’s less of a wait.

“After we finish recording the mv and while it’s being edited, we’ll have you perform it live with everyone and we’ll record that too then we can release it a couple weeks after the mv. Also when we release the song, we’ll have you do a few live performances around in general to perform it. Just small shows to generate some hype. It’ll just be the one song. Just standard promotional stuff.” He slipped his phone back into his pocket.

You nodded, leaning back into your chair. “Sounds good to me. I’ll also have Dive keep posting some behind the scenes content,” you said with a shrug.

With that, he left and you turned back to pull out your planner and make notes of everything coming up.

As promised, Corazon gave you complete control over who helped with the mv. You called in a few of your friends for help. You’d be able to work much more comfortably with people you were familiar with, not to mention, you don’t have to be extra stressed about concealing your identities. The recording of the music video went smoothly and without a hitch. Dive took plenty of pictures for the band’s pages. Your fans were excited for the announcement and the new content.

While the video was being edited, the song was dropped. It was received with immediate and overwhelming love and support. The fans were loving it, you even garnered new fans. Dive made the announcement and posted the group photo that you guys took in front of the building. Fans were also excited about this. After all, this same group had other large names with it.

Dive said that people were already asking for multiple collabs with different bands under the same label. She made sure to stay vague but also being honest saying that there weren’t any plans in the works for now.

You did the interviews and they were published, your fans excited about all the content they were getting. Usually when you dropped a song or an album, there wasn’t a ton of coverage because you weren’t that popular nor did you have the connections. Now that you did - your fans were ecstatic.

The music video dropped and everyone was going bonkers. Now that you had a label behind you paying for most of the things, your music videos could be more elaborate and intricate, which the audience immediately fell in love with. Your band’s music videos were already a hit because of the stories they could tell and how they all tied together with some lore, but this went above and beyond and everyone was going crazy. Your fans loved interpreting your songs and videos and you guys loved reading them. People were so inspiring and creative.

You did the live performances. There were only a couple at some small venues, but all of them sold out. You didn’t stick around to meet fans or anything not that they were expecting it either. They knew the nature of you guys, so they didn’t expect a meet and greet. They were just excited for the massive amounts of content that were being released.

A recording of one of the live performances dropped and people went wild over that too. You’d never dropped a live performance video before. Not a professional and official one, at least. Sure, there were people who recorded it or fan cams, but nothing to this level of professionalism and everyone was enjoying being able to notice different things all of you did. Or people who couldn’t attend the concerts for whatever reason also had a better experience as well.

Everything seemed to be going fantastically and you were over the moon. You were so elated with the outcome of everything. Your popularity boosted. Corazon was also pleased with the outcome, knowing that it was only up from here. You were well received and his first solo signing was a success so far. Though, you still had a long way to go.

Slowly, over the weeks, Dive continued to post various behind the scenes to keep the hype up. She kept things up to date, also updating you with requests that fans wanted to see. She managed all of that and was good at it. She also just enjoyed it. She enjoyed interacting with the fans.

You weren’t one for social media, so Dive kept you up to date as well.

After promotions were over, you immediately went into focusing on the album. You had already been toying with some ideas of a theme that you wanted to go with, now you just needed to solidify it and think of what story you wanted to craft with it and how to tie it to everything else. Not too direct either, your fans loved coming up with their own stories, after all. Not to mention you needed to figure out what songs to put on it, the vibes, etc. You had a long road ahead of you, but luckily your friends and bandmates were right at your side.

Since the song was so well received, you decided to match that vibe for the upcoming album. You’d probably throw the song on there too. You’d probably have to pick out another couple songs to do music videos too as well.

“Y/n?” You were in the penthouse, laptop in front of you, various instruments, lyrics, music sheets, and soundboards strung across the table you were working at. You had decided to move to the dining table to change scenery from your room. You’d been cooped up in there for days at this point.

You looked up, seeing Corazon. You blinked, looking around as you remembered where you were. “What’s up, boss?” Your manager also had a key to your penthouse, but that didn’t bother you. He never came when you weren’t there and you knew you would trust him. He was under contract, after all. Not that he really gave you a reason to not trust him.

“For the new album, I was thinking you guys could do a collaboration?” You blinked again, processing his words. A collab? You couldn’t imagine who with. You were still too new. Surely, you wouldn’t be collabing with them. Not yet, anyway. If that was ever on the table, you’re not sure if you’d accept or if you’d be able to function around them enough to do one. You didn’t want to be around them, just wanted to be like them - beat them at their own game.

“Since you guys are gaining traction, doing a collab with a group bigger than yours can help boost popularity a little and spread your name faster.” He took a seat across from you and you watched him carefully. He still didn’t know about your secret vendetta.

“With?” You spoke slowly, still processing.

“My son actually has a band. The Heart Pirates. I’m sure you’ve heard of them.”

You nodded. They were pretty big in the label - one of the top groups, actually. Then you stopped as his words were fully processed in your burnt out brain. “Son?”

Corazon looked and chuckled, nodding. “Yes. My son. I adopted him at a young age. Took him in. Law.”

You stared at him for a long moment. You were picturing the grumpy man and then trying to picture Corazon next to him. Law was known for his shit attitude, but it was mostly just him being annoyed by everyone’s presence ever. It matched the punk vibe of his band just like Kid’s did.

“I’m having a hard time picturing it.” You tilted your head to the side. Storm and sunshine. Sun and moon. Or whatever have you.

“I know. He’s pretty rough around the edges, but he’s a good kid. Anyway, I talked to him and he said he’d be okay with doing the collab.”

“I’m assuming he’s okay with it because this is your first solo signing?” you teased, setting your pen down and sitting back as you stretched.

You watched as Corazon’s face heated up as he nodded. “Y-yeah.” Sometimes you had no idea how this man got into the position he was in. He seemed to do good when it came down to it, just goofy.

You nodded, thinking for a moment. “I’ll have to talk to the crew, but I think they would be okay with it.” You smiled at him and he let out a sigh of relief.

“A collab could be fun and I think I could make it fit the vibe for an album. We make the same genre of music, after all. It’ll also be our first ever collab, so please be patient with us.”

Corazon nodded quickly as he stood up with excitement, knocking the chair clean over. “Of cour- oh, sorry.” He picked it up, carefully pushing it back in.

“Just shoot me a text and we’ll get everything set up!” Then he dashed out the door with a newfound excitement. You were sure he was just excited to work with his son more. You heard something crash, but it was outside of your apartment and no longer your problem. You snorted, sliding headphones on as you went back to work.

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